For a writer, no time is ever wasted

I was coming up with a new story that I was sure no one would allow me to publish, a fantasy, but not about princesses and fairies. It would be set on a suburban riverbank, and the heroines would be the town sluts living in a trailer, and I would write fearlessly about children prematurely sexualized and the sensuous power of mud, oh, nobody would ever look at it. I was enchanted.

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